Author: Janine

E-mail: Stephjanine49@aol.com

Pairing: Lita/Jericho Steph/Edge Trish/Christian Stacy/Jeff

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE and Vince McMahon

Rating: 15 (bad language, abuse, violence)

Spoilers & Notes: Follows the events of RAW on Mon 17th November 2003. Lita was dumped by Matt and fired by Bischoff, but Christian never got Lita her job back.

Summary: Two Divas leave the WWE only to return six years later and find that things are very different to the way the were before...

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-Monday 17th November 2003-

She was alone.

Sure she had family, who doesn't. She had friends too, not many, just a few. But they were too busy to care...they had their own problems and worries and couldn't spare five minutes just for a quick chat...some friends.

She laughed out loud...a bitter laugh. She really was alone then.

She'd managed to loose the love of her life, she'd lost her job, and she'd been betrayed by those she'd thought she could trust...betrayed by him...the one man she had depended on the most in her life.

Yes. She was heartbroken...something she thought she would never be...could never be. She had always been so tough before. No one would mess with her, because she would always win the end, one way or another.

But this time was different. She hadn't won at all. She had lost...and she had lost everything.

Sighing, the young woman reached for her cell phone that was lying on her hotel room bed. She had made a decision...

She would give up her life...no not suicide, she was too strong for that...no. She would disappear...leave America and start a new life, a fresh start...a second chance.

She smirked. She wouldn't do it alone though. She wasn't *that* strong.

Instead she would take someone with her. Someone she had never really considered a friend, but yet had so much in common with. Someone she knew to be feeling the exact same way she did...to be going through the same pain...

She glanced up from where she was sitting, pushing her long locks behind her ears. The last match of RAW was showing on the television screen.

She scowled at the sight of Triple H and Evolution, ganging up Goldberg. Then she thought back to earlier that evening...

Dammit! She hated Matt Hardy and she hated Chris Jericho and she hated Eric Bischoff. If it were up to her, she'd have all three line up against a wall, whilst she shot them one by one.

She looked back at her cell phone, pressing the small pink buttons until she found the number she was looking for...then just stared at it for a few moments.

"A new life," she muttered to herself "An escape,"

Then she made the call...

"Hello Lita?...yeah hi, it's Stephanie McMahon here...I have a proposition for you, I think you'll be interested."

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